In 2002 I had a dream about being in a neverending field of sunflowers. It turned out to be one of the first inspirations I ever had to write a poem that I didn't end up scrapping over the years.
Ten Parallels

Butterflies loom
like dust in
run down convenience stores.
They flutter in all axes.
They tickle my insides.

Sunflowers bloom
in open fields.
They shed their tear gas
and their lies,
smiling softly into broken eyes.